Pros:Fascinating timecapsule - is this really what passed for good sci-fi in the 70s?
Cons:Thrusts metaphors at the audience, but it's impossible to discern what they mean.
The Bottom Line: What a mess. Instructive in a what-not-to-do sort of way. A goldmine of kitsch.
It's a genre-movie that makes you hate the genre, which is just one more aspect that it has in common with the musical Cats. There's just enough kitsch to make it fairly funny - Farah Faucett is particularly disastrous - but it's not half as pleasurable a fiasco as Barbarella is.
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It's tough to summarize Logan's Run, because it's not so much about people having an adventure as it is about a series of symbols stumbling drunkenly into each other. So, if Blade Runner made you think, "that was good, but it needed more metaphors," then climb aboard. Logan's Run is the "story" of a future society, built to resemble fake-looking model sets, where people only live to 30. On their 30th birthday, they participate in an extremely gay twirling ceremony and get blown up, although for some undisclosed reason everyone thinks that they get reincarnated after being blown up...or something like that. The movie's a bit vague on this point, which is a pity because that's it's main conceit. Anyway, some folks object to this and try to escape, which nobody wants them to do (again, we have no idea why), so they get shot. So this cop, played by Michael York, is told to find the headquarters (or something) of the people who are trying to escape, and then he's sentenced to death (or something) and there's a girl with boobs who helps him escape (or something) and then the cop gets attacked by a plastic surgeon, and there's an ocean (or something), and then they wind up in Maryland, and then more stuff blows up. Or...you guessed it ... something.
This all sounds terribly satisfying, doesn't it? As the cheeseball factor ramps dramatically up around the end with an evil robot fisherman (and Abraham Lincoln), the only pleasure to be derived from the movie lies in watching its slow crashing and burning. WTF is happening? Why are these people doing this? What is this even supposed to mean? And what's with all the moaning rainbow holograms?
There must have been some kind of behind-the-scenes cold war during the making of this film, between advocates of Metaphors and advocates of Blowing Stuff Up. "More metaphors!" one side clamored, and "more explosions!" the other side replied. And they both kept heaping on shovelful after shovelful of both, until the entire endeavor was a garish, babbling, incomprehensible heap.
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